“I must say, Lana Scott, I am very disappointed in you. You’ve been a very, very disobedient girl. And now you are going to be disciplined.”
Her heart dropped through her abdomen, and she felt her eyes grow wet—but she would be lying to herself if she did not admit that even as shame and fear washed over her when the commander put the leash on her collar to lead her from the room, she also felt a twinge of excitement.
Chapter Six
She was led to a roomthat she had not yet seen, either in her tour of the facilities or her training. This room was different in many ways from the other; an ominous red glow lit up the recesses that Lana was learning to recognize were made of the fading white substance that could turn into a transparent window.
Her heart began to race. Her hands were drawn together by the magnetic cuffs, and her ankles pulled toward each other gently as soon as she stepped inside of the room.
The commander, cool as always, entered the room and said nothing as he approached a wall and waved his hand over it, causing the material of the wall to seem to liquefy, and produce a table with all sorts of contraptions on it. Some of them looked like the plug for her bottom, and some only resembled it. Others were devices whose use she could only imagine, but a shiver passed through her as she considered that perhaps her discipline would not be spanking this time, but something else.
“Atrix 12. You were instructed to refrain from relieving yourself and achieving climax after your training, were you not?”
Lana looked at the commander helplessly as he examined a long rod with large spherical shape at one end.
“I... I...” she stammered, unable to take her eyes off the sphere. “I... yes, sir.”
“And yet you did not obey.”
She shivered and shook her head.
“You will be disciplined, then.”
Lana looked down. “I... I’m...”
She wasn’t sure what she wanted to say. She knew only that, mysteriously, the throbbing between her legs was returning, bringing her body to another boil. Even if she feared her punishment in her mind, it was impossible to hide from herself—and certainly from the commander—that her body craved it.
“Tell me something, Atrix 12. How does that make you feel?”
Lana looked up sharply at the commander. He was looking at her inquisitively, as though she were a specimen in an experiment.
Her chest felt cold, her skin prickled. “Wh-what?” she managed to say. “How does what make me feel?”
And then, seeing something gleam in his eyes, she added quickly, “Sir?”
His hand, which had been suspended over the table, floated slowly down to the instruments and his fingers closed around a black handle.
